"Alright, look here. This here is going to be your desk. This is a book with a bunch of numbers and stuff. I don’t really look at it that much. It’s always bad news.”

“Okay.”

“This is the phone that rings when something catastrophic happens. And this is the spot under the desk where you can hide when that phone rings.”

“Looks comfortable.”

“Oh sure, it’s great. Okay, let’s keep moving. In that box over there is where we keep Karl Rove. We call that the Absolute Immunity box. As long as he’s in that box, he can’t be tried as a war criminal.”

“Can I have my own box?”

“You won’t need one, John. You’ll be the President.”

“Oh.”

“Well, alright. All you need now is this here list of ambiguous responses, and I think you’ve got everything you need to take over for me.”

“Thanks, George.”

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